Trauma does strange things to people:
It makes me want to run.
I didn't think that autumn would be here so soon.
That wrinkled hag Theresa May reckons, “If you believe you are a citizen of the world, you are a citizen of nowhere." To be honest, I'd rather be a citizen of nowhere than have to listen to that evil bitch ever again.
Trying to escape trauma in another country makes you want to listen to the relative traumas that other people are experiencing in their country.
Trauma also makes you very hungry. Bring all of the guafres. ALL OF THEM.
The say that music is good for the soul. Accordions, especially. And maybe the odd harpsichord.